The following morning, Michael woke me up.
"Becky, Becky?" He whispered gently in my ear. The sound of his voice tickled my ear drum and I opened my eyes. Michael was standing above me and it made me jerk back in shock.
"Sorry.. Didn't mean to scare you.." He apologised. I looked down, embarrassed.
"It's ok.. What are we doing today Michael?" I asked.
"Nothing much I'm afraid, just a Neverland day today, but yo can pick what we do if you want to." Michael smiled.
I love Michael. Not for his stardom(ok maybe) but for his amazing voice his moves, like water. I don't know why so many people hate him. I don't know why they sent him to jail. I don't know why.... ALL YOU MJ FANS, keep up the work. I HAVE BEEN A MJ FAN FOR 12 years, It won't and I mean WON'T stop. I am happy he was on Earth for so many years. Michael, Rest in Peace, one day, You will come back.
WE ALL SHOULD BE GRATEFUL OF MICHAELS WAY OF LIFE, THE PAIN AND MISERY, THE WAYS HE WAS TREATED,BECAUSE, LOOK WHAT THE CRUEL WORLD HAS DONE TO OUR BELOVED...
Once we were home again, Michael was feeling still down after what had happened.
"Michael, forget about it, please?" I begged. Michael walked over to his bed and sat down, burying his head in his hands. He sighed.
"I can't, that wasn't a good place for someone your age to be.." Michael replied with a frown.
"I'm ok, it's you I'm worried about. Those guys were awful, they shouldn't have done that to you..!" I told him, sitting down on the bed next to him and stroking his back. Michael looked up at me, tears in his eyes.